Diabla Leone is the oldest daughter of Gianni and Lorena Leone Don and Dona of the Leone mafia, Diabla was named for the hell she put her mother through during her birth and all that came before it. D as her friends call her wanted to be free of the strict Italian life her family lives up to so she did what any other Mafia princess would do. Right?
View MoreUnlocking the door, I open it slowly to see an older woman in a beautiful sequent dress coming down the short hall towards the bathroom. Fixing my dress and I step out of the bathroom and halt the lady just outside the door."I'm sorry ma'am but you do not want to go in there right now" I tell her making a show of gaging and fanning the air "While I was washing my hands a man banged into the restroom" she gasps "He's left the restroom permeated with whatever he's doing in the stall." I cover my mouth and elan closer to her as if I'm about to tell her a secret "I believe he's smoking some kind of drug" she gasp again and wrinkles her already wrinkled nose."Oh, my dear, well come on let's go get the manager or tell the owner, I believe I saw him sitting at one of the tables" she links our arms and together we start walking back into the dining area.As we walk, I scan the area seeing that Vics now outside. With two men down and one hell of a car chase home left to deal with I contempla
Our dinner thankfully goes as planned and we aren’t interrupted. Our guys clock the for men and repost three more towards the front at a table just behind a faux wall of shrubs that divide the outside seating area with the inside.Out plan changes slightly but only by number of people we each need to take out.Wine drank and dinner done I stand and excuse myself from the table at the same time Vic stands and tells the waitress he will take the check outside when it’s ready because as he tells her a meal that good needs a smoke afterwards.“Under the counter two silenced 9mm and an extra clip, the door to the left leads to the alley” La Clair says as I walk past still acting as if I have no clue I’m being followed.“Excuse me madam” La Clair says louder to catch more attention so it doesn’t seem as if we have been talking. “How was your meal” “It was absolutely delicious, thank you” I say then head in the direction of the bathrooms.Making sure the bathroom is clear I quickly grab th
The drive to the restaurant is silent, not an awkward one but a content one. Vic drove tonight but of course we have back up for a just in case situation.Vic looks extremely good in a white button down shirt and black slacks with the harness thing he has on over the shirt. He looks like he’s about to walk a runway and enter some kind of kinky sex play role all at the same time.Thinking about him wearing that harness while he screws my brains out against a wall has me pushing my thighs together.He chuckles and I know he knows what I’m thinking.The valet hold my door open for me as I step out of the car and wait for Vic to come to my side. Hand in hand we walk into the not overly crowded restaurant and are greeted by a woman who’s showing way to much chest to be actually acceptable or appropriate.“Table for two under the name De Leone” Vic tells the woman who’s leans forward a little bit to show her more of her push up bra stuffed chest.I kiss my teeth and find myself wanting to r
The next three days are full meeting with doctors and lawyers as we prepare what ever is needed for Nina.Ginny as I've now started calling him reminds me so much of Vic. Vic was like a ghost appearing in one room to the next and then disappearing just as fast.Ginny's smart and unfortunately to Nina's dismay has taken an unexpected interest in the knives throwing range. We don't know how he found it but he did and has been driving Kennith cray with his persistence on begging him to teach him how to throw.Last night I found Ginny in here with three small daggers, tossing them at the target then stomping his little feet to retrieve them when he missed."So the medicine will be on a timer and automatically be administere, I'll be back in two days to either change the doses or leave it as is depending on how you feel" the doctor tells Nina while gathering up his bag."Remember this isn't a cure it's a way to help keep the pain at a minimum to allow you more freedom to move around and be
"I don't want you to think that just because I showed up, I'm after money of something, because I'm not" she says going straight for the punch.I slide a file out from under the tray Lucy just set on the table and open it."Gionina Raquel Daniels, born March seventeenth, nineteen-ninety-two, you were in and out of foster homes until the age of ten when you were adopted by a lovely gay black couple from Rochester" I glance over to see her eyeing the file in my hand."Your due to be evicted from your one-bedroom apartment in a week your boss is a dick, and my dad left you nothing" I tell her feeling myself spitting out the words as I say them."My dad was not a kind man who thought like a normal dad should, he though like what he was... a mafia man who's only job or concern is to keep things running and make sure we as his children learned to struggle for survival. If you are to accept the offer, I'm about to make just know that once you do there's no getting out of it" I say looking he
"I do trust me, I do. I didn't grow up in this I was thrown into it and told to swim" I chuckle softy “But like it or not he" I point to Gianni "Will always be a part of it and now that my dad's gone whet ever protection he kept on you and will be up to me... oh no don't worry you'll always have it" I say quickly when I see her face fall and her eyes gleam with the fear that i'd no longer keep her boy safe."I want to talk further so we can work out something that's best for the both of you and l'd like to know what my dad had done for you both up until this point" she rolls her eyes, and I can already tell he didn't step up like he should of, outside of keeping men on her to watch over them.The priest took his spot at the front of the congregation just as Vic slid back into his spot next to me. He took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles then we together, along with the little boy whose world is about to change in ways herd never imagined and the women who feared the world of the
The tight black dress almost feel like it's squeezing the life out of me. The fabric feels suffocating and the black vale I insisted on wearing is like a bag over my head, blocking my air in to my lungs with every breath I take in.We stand side by side the church entrance, greeting the hollow, my condolences from the many men in expensive tailored suits and women who are either dressed as if this was a night out on the town or dressed as they should be walking the red carpet of some award show."I'm so sorry for your loss" a man with neatly quaffed black hair and bright honest sad eyes says as he comes to shake mine and Vies hands."Your father was a good friend" he tells me then gives my hand a small pat. "If you ever need anything. and I mean anything. Please call on me" the man drags the word anything out slowly then starts to let my hand go but I grip it tightly around his."What's your name" I ask him."Alexander Wolfe" he tips his head and sides inside as if his steps were so l
While I lay here watching her chest rise and fall slowly as she sleeps, I can't help but wonder if I've lost her. Have I lost the fun loving, jokester of a woman I fell in love with all those years ago. Have I lost the soft woman whose emotion are always hidden in her eyes if you look close enough or can get close enough to see them.She was a savage in that ballroom. She went blank as she cut off limbs and appendages that make even my own hurt. She looked lost but somehow at ease with the whole situation and I fear ill loose her to chaos that is this world if I stand back and let her do it the hard and cold way."I can hear you thinking" she grumbles softy in her sleep filled voice.Slowly she turns her head and opens her eyes to look up at me."Pennie for your thoughts good sir" she says making me chuckle and slide down to lay on my side facing her."Please don't leave me" I whisper knowing she can hear me by how close we are. "I don't want to lose you, the real you. The you who h
With the man now firmly held in place his mouth is pried open and is tongue pulled out with a pair of tongs I address the room again as I open the metal cutters and bring them to his mouth.“MY NAME HAS BEEN GIVEN TO ME BY MY HUSBAND TO OUT ENDEARMENT AND BECAUSE HE KNOWS THE HELL THAT AWAITS OUR ENEMIES” then I close the cutters affective cutting off the man tongue.Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with.“PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"Hearing a name he's only called me in the bedroom spoken to a room full of men who are just as cruel if not more then the devil himself and be given the very name of the devi in Italan makes my heart ache for my dad t
Ungrateful. Unwanted. Pitiful. Useless. Weak. Those are the words the sacudís swine that's known as my aunt uses to describe me. She makes it her daily mission to remind me that I am nothing more then the unwanted, ungrateful freeloader. I’d like to know one day why the hell she insists on calling me a free loader when I know for a fact that my mom left me a good chunk of change when she died. The amount I’m unsure of only because I haven’t had the pleasure of hearing them talk about it. Today for some reason unknown to me, myself and little’ol I, I'm being shown just a bit more 'love' if you will, from the usual 'hate' the dear auntie shows me. "You fucking little cunt, I should've let you fucking die, then I wouldn't have to fucking look atchya" ahh yes there it is her attempt to show a sliver of pity, let's go back a little and I'll explain. Queue in the harp strumming you’d normally hear in some split scene where the main character day dreams about something in the past....
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